A Certain Cemetery

Feeling: disconnected
i want to know who you really are...why did you find me? it feels like Christmas. Only normally I'm not consumed with toys I don't need. Stolen love unearthed. Isn't it amazing, how raw, bleeding hands, can spread disease? And like a commercial, we are set on repeat, running all day &night long. I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU strangles on through the AID infested country. Now it's brought to America, making a fortune out of the solitude once hidden in my eyes. watch me topple aboard. I was born to lunacy. I never learned to crawl. I only learned to fly alone. ROLE MODEL SHIRT FOR THE "MOTHS"
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hey just gotta tell ya this diary is wicked!

awe thanks. and yes i work at a retirement home. :-)

thanks :).


i love your background picture. very cool.


awesome diary.

Thanks! And actually i live in Michigan.

...deeeep...whoa.